I found five-star at the bottom of the cliffs in Montana. I lived in the caves and had for years. Now, with the snowstorm coming in; I had to prepare. What I did not count on was impromptu hosting a guy who inadvertently injured himself by falling down from the cliffs above. He was either the luckiest guy to be alive after or the stupidest. One things for sure; I'm not sure that's what that one singer meant when he sang falling from Heaven. This guy wasn't an angel. This five star hotel was a dead weighted pain in my behind!